At the same time, a luxurious suite in the Peninsula Hotel, several stout, rugged men in suits burst into.
The sudden entry of several men in suits startled He Zhichao, who was releasing his anger on a woman.
After Yu Yaoyao ran away, He Zhichao immediately called another woman over. Being interrupted in the midst of excitement was naturally very annoying.
"Who are you? Dare to barge into my room, don't want..."
He Zhichao's cursing stopped in the middle, and he couldn't continue. His expression became tense.
It was because the several tough men who barged into his room looked somewhat familiar to him. They seemed to be private bodyguards of some capital giant.
"Is there something you need?"
He Zhichao hurriedly got out of bed, quickly put on his clothes, and his fierce appearance was gone, replaced by a smiling face.
The tough guys didn't pay any attention to He Zhichao and roughly dragged him out.
This scene was seen by many people in the Peninsula Hotel, who stopped to curiously gather around and watch.
The famous Hong Kong underworld figure He Zhichao was actually dragged out of the Peninsula Hotel in front of everyone, which was big news.
There were various speculations and endless guesses.
In the presidential suite, Yu Yao's face had been treated with medicine, and she was unaware of this incident.
"Miss, it's okay now. You should avoid water for the next two days."
Zhou Chen threw the cotton swab he held into the trash can and whispered to Yu Yao.
It was the white coat doctor who previously attended to Yu Yao's face.
Yu Yao only felt a chilly sensation on her left face, as if something had been applied.
She didn't bother to look in the mirror, but instead stood up and looked at Zhou Chen gratefully, saying, "Thank you, Dr. Zhou."
She now knew the name of the man and also knew that he was the personal doctor of Chen Zhongyuan.
He only served Chen Zhongyuan and was summoned to treat her face.
"I am also doing this on behalf of someone else, miss. You don't have to be so formal."
Zhou Chen smiled faintly and then just walked away, carrying his medical box.
Chu Feng had followed him long before Chen Zhongyuan left.
Yu Yao also didn't want to stay here and left with him.
Yu Yao rode the elevator down to the lobby on the first floor of the Peninsula Hotel and only then realized that she had no money or a phone with her.
The original owner's phone was left in He Zhichao's room, and she dared not go back to retrieve it.
It's done. How am I going to go back now?
Can she really walk back? My legs will be worn out.
"You have so many good things in your space. Just take out one to sell, and money will be a bit better."
The system reminded her in time.
"You're right."
Yu Yao immediately realized what she had said and was about to take two gold bars to exchange them for Hong Kong dollars at a nearby gold shop.
Suddenly, a black Rolls-Royce Sweptail swept out of the underground parking lot from the left and moved slowly.
It was heading towards the main street, and Yu Yao's position was right on the path it had to take.
As soon as the car turned, Chu Feng saw Yu Yao at the first sight.
He subconsciously looked at the central rearview mirror and saw that his boss was pretending to sleep with his eyes closed. He opened his mouth, hesitated, and finally decided to keep silent.
Chu Feng thought about his boss calling him a bitch, hesitated for a moment, and then turned and left without looking back.
Yu Yao didn't notice who was in the car. She just felt a luxury car drive by her.
The two-place license plate hanging from the front of the car was particularly eye-catching, especially as it was a sequence of single numbers.
What kind of status is it to warrant two license plates?
Yu Yao was curious about the people in the car, but she didn't take it seriously.
Yu Yao took out two rather substantial gold bangles from her space to sell at a nearby gold shop.
When she came out again, she already had a stack of Hong Kong dollars in her hand.
After completing each task, she would store some useful items in her space. Among them, jewelry and silver and gold were the most numerous because she was afraid they might be used in some world.
She bought a phone at a nearby shopping mall, topped up a card, and bought a bag to carry. Then she took a taxi back to the Sham Shui Po district.
The people living there are mostly the poor in Hong Kong Island.
The original owner's family often moved around to avoid debts, so they naturally moved where the rent was cheaper.
The night grew darker.
The black Rolls-Royce Sweptail was smoothly driving towards the road leading to Taiping Mountain, and the man sitting in the backseat of the car was lazily leaning back in his chair.
His long and finely defined hands were casually resting on his lap, with the sleeve adorned with a high-purity sapphire cufflink. His cold, pale fingers idly tapped against his leg.
The person sitting in the front seat was the first secretary of the office of the president of Weishun Group, Ayah.
She was wearing a well-tailored business suit, exuding elegance and calmness.
She picked up the tablet, turned her body towards the man in the back seat, and reported to him while confirming their schedule for the next few days, saying respectfully:
"Mr. Chen, there is a meeting about the Chonghong Investment case scheduled for nine o'clock in the morning tomorrow at the group. In the afternoon, we will visit Aus City, and will be back in Hong Kong in two days. The old gentleman has instructed you to come back and visit the family mansion..."
Hearing the words that he should go back to the old mansion, Chen Zhongyuan couldn't help but raise his hand and pinch his eyebrow, a flicker of impatience flashing in his eyes.
He didn't need to guess what it was about.
The old gentleman has always wanted him to marry a Miss Zhou.
Miss Zhou is indeed clever, capable, and beautiful, but he has no interest in her.
A face that was pure and lovely suddenly flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help asking, "Has that girl been sent back?"
Secretary Ayah was taken aback for a moment. She didn't seem to understand the boss's meaning.
What girl?
She looked at Chu Feng who was driving the car.
Chu Feng indeed understood the boss's meaning. In his heart, he called it a disaster. He had guessed the boss's intentions to a T.
He cautiously looked at the central rearview mirror and said, "I saw Miss Yu waiting for a taxi just now on the road, so…"
Chen Zhongyuan looked at him deeply, "I thought you were quite clever usually."
Chu Feng's expression was embarrassed. "Or maybe I should drive back now?"
"No need."
Chen Zhongyuan coldly lifted his eyelids and swept his gaze over the window, just in time to see a taxi drive past in front of them.
The taxi lowered its window halfway and a face that was pure and lovely appeared in the back seat. She had wide eyes full of wonder, as if she had seen something interesting.
Chen Zhongyuan slightly raised his lips and with a good mood, he rolled down the window, drew out a snow cigar and pinched it between his fingers.
It was obvious that he wanted to smoke.
Secretary Ayah was very observant and skillfully lit the boss's cigarette. She was indeed thinking about the affairs of Miss Yu.
What girl can capture the boss's attention and be remembered?
Chen Zhongyuan took a drag of the cigar, and his thin lips gently exhaled a cloud of white smoke.
The mysterious eyes couldn't help but look towards the opposite side again, only to find that the taxi had been left far behind.
The pure and lovely face had been left behind...
"What's the rush in driving so fast?"
He frowned in dissatisfaction. This was the first time he felt that Chu Feng was so clueless.
Chu Feng was confused and scolded by the boss, so he looked at the central rearview mirror and saw that the boss's face was cold and his expression was unpleasant.
He muttered to himself, feeling puzzled: Where did I drive fast? It was just a normal speed.
Of course, he just thought that in his heart, and didn't dare to say it out loud.
Yu Yao sat in the back of the taxi and saw the black Rolls-Royce Sweptai with its two-place license plates again.
But she only looked once and then turned her gaze away, starting to freely admire the night view of the city.
This world is much more advanced than any other world she has experienced before.
Advanced enough that she feels everything is new.
Without the memories of the original owner, she feared she would be no different from an idiot.
The taxi finally stopped in Sham Shui Po District, where the light was significantly dimmer. From a distance, one could see only old houses.
Most were built in the 1950s and 1960s, with illegal additions causing issues with building management and fire safety.
Despite this, the transportation in Sham Shui Po is still convenient, and it's not far from the bustling Tsim Sha Tsui district. Shopping is also convenient there, and prices are reasonable.
She walked to her own apartment building without any problems.
She greeted some familiar neighbors politely on the way.
"A Yao, you're finally back. Hurry up and go home, your parents have been fighting because of you…"
A neighbor, Mrs. Xie, kindly reminded Yun Yao.
